bread and butter tastes more like it could be _cordon bleu_mona lisa's smiling like a cheshire cateven johnny rocker sounds today like nat king coleevery yellow taxi's like a cadillac

and the cup that once appeared half emptyhas become a cup that is half fullwhere there was a space there is now plentyyou're a lucky sign ascending--no one does for me what you do

love is the sweetest illusion

every innuendo seems to be in semaphoremonday mornings turn into a mardi grasand a glass of soda taste more like dom perignonevery dead end street's an ocean boulevard

the more i look the more i seeand i don't mind if my senses are deceiving methe more i touch the more i feelwho cares what is imaginary and what is realif black is white and red is greeni don't care which way around it is supposed to bei close my eyes but i can see...

the more i look the more i seeform where i stand my world is lookinggood to methe more i touch the more i feeldon't want to know that is true what'smake believe...